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Butt Smack

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The first person to come off the huge dragon headed ship was a girl in an orange shirt about my age. She had this fierce expression and the way she moved screamed that she was looking for something. Her curly blonde hair reflected the sunlight and as she got closer she had these dangerous gray eyes. Minerva eyes, the same ones that every other Minerva demigod has. Except these pairs threw more daggers than the knife that hung at her side.

Her eyes searched frantically around the whole camp. Behind her, more teenagers were docking the ship. When her eyes rested on me, they stayed on me. The way she stared at me was intimidating, but familiar. She started walking towards me until there were only a few feet separating us. I felt like the air around me was growing thicker and thicker, she was silent. He eyes haven't left my own, she was waiting for me to speak.
I cleared my throat because I felt like I built up a bunch of phlegm in a couple of seconds. I waved pathetically and said, "Hey,"

She stayed absolutely motionless. But then her eyebrows drew together and her eyes seemed to thunder and flash lightning. I knew that look, it was murder.
Before I could take another breath she ripped the dagger from her side and she ran behind me. I braced myself for a death blow in my Achille's spot but instead she used the butt of her dagger to smack my butt. And it wasn't just a flirty smack some of the girls at this camp give me. No, it was as if all the anger in her life came together and forced itself upon my caboose!

Let me tell you one thing, it hurt like Hades! I nearly shot up in the air like in those cartoons. If she unsheathed her knife instead of leaving it on, I would've been cut into Percy spaghetti. As I rubbed my cheeks, nearly whimpering, I heard her shriek behind me, "Perseus Jackson! Do you know how much I went through to find you? To even get a lead to where you are? Do you understand all the sleepless nights I went though? Worried sick, wondering whether or not you were dead?"

I turned around and faced her. Gods, was she pretty. I said patiently, "No, I didn't know. I don't know anything anymore." She was trembling with rage but she the tone in her voice changed, it was desperate, "Then do you know who I am?" I opened my mouth as if it was an obvious answer, but nothing came out. There it goes again, more memory loss. I felt like I was in 1st grade, and I had to remember all my classmate's names. Having to put faces to names and vise versa.

I groaned, "I do, I know who you are. I just can't, can't remember. But I know you're important." I tried searching deep in my thoughts. I closed my eyes shut and pressed my palms to my ears, it seemed to work. Bingo, I got it, her name, her face I know her face, her name started with an A.

"Your name is A-" I started. Her face was filled with hope, edging me on, trying to say it with me. "Anne…a," I continued. She was on her tip toes, her eyes the size of dinner plates and she grabbed my arms tightly. Just when I was lost in her eyes I lost it, but almost had it. I guessed, "Anna..belle?"

Her face fell and her arms went limp. She took a step back and looked at me. I'm supposed to know her! I know that I am, but she's just so hard to place. I needed a memory.

"How do you know me?" I asked. She put back her knife on her belt and smiled in a nostalgic kind of way, which made her look kind of beautiful. She said softly, "We met when we were twelve, don't you remember Seaweed Brain?"

My mind buzzed at what she called me. I remember! I remember the first time we met. At another place, telling me that I drool in my sleep. I touched by mouth reflexively, and she seemed to recognize I was getting my memory back. Her eyes were alert and she began stating random memories, "Remember when the Cyclops kidnapped Grover, your best friend? Remember the time we got stuck in the Lotus Casino? Remember when we went in the Labyrinth? Remember you turned down being a god… for me?"

I ran my hands through my hair, I shut my eyes, trying to remember everything that she said, but it was so faint that I began feeling faint.

"You're cute when you're worried." She said. I couldn't stand it anymore, the feeling of being empty. Like someone scooped my innards and left me with just a face and a name. I stretched my arms out and she ran right into my arms. She was crying, making my purple shirt wet, but I didn't care. I stroked her hair and we stood there for who knows how long, but I didn't care.
This is for the Percabeth contest for 'what do you think will happen when Percy and Annabeth see each other again.'

So I was strolling though other entries and most of them are sweet, and they're hugging and kissing, basically a happy reunion.

Thought I'd do something different, ya know?
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BlueFox012's avatar
its good, but i think it would have been better if she punched him or slap him; rather than getting butt-smacked.